Emily stood confused, phone still in hand and panic wires going off in her brains as she recalled the one sided conversation she just encountered. Her hand vibrates as she stared at her phone, the blankness of it screaming back at her. She knew if she called back the line would be disconnected but she tried anyways, and dial tone rang back in her ears the three times she tried. She felt frantic, curious and tired. The sudden theatrics of her life amazed her and suddenly she missed the simplicity, the quietness.“Are you okay?” Ethan walked past her into the house, noticing a worried look on her face and she forced a smile walking further into the house alongside with Ethan. She wasn’t sure she could tell him about the strange phone calls she’d been getting, she didn’t think she could trust him yet especially when he couldn’t protect her against his ex girlfriend, so she forced a smile instead.“It’s been a long day” she said and he looked at her now, really looked her and cupping her

Emily Hatton stared at her phone, rereading the text countless times over trying to make sense of it, but it wasn’t forthcoming. She had a memory, a memory bursting to set free but her brain wouldn’t let it, something had happened to her causing that part of her memory to be locked. Her head had began to hurt and she massaged her temples with her fingers, the text messages still going over in her head and the confusion plagued her. Should she trust her and go or was this a very thoughtless prank. But also, she felt overwhelmed by curiousity. What happened to her parents and why did her mother abandon her and run away? These are the questions she had asked her whole life and no one had been able to give her the answers she needed and now they were being offered to her on a platter of gold, why does she have to refuse it and in that moment of hesitation, Emily made up her mind. She was going to go and confront her past.Later that evening, Emily sat at the penthouse dressed beautifully

“So was that why you killed him?” Emily asked the woman seated before her looking straight into her eyes, without blinking anticipating her reply and her heart beating with anxiety. But Alyssa smiled, a kind of smile that bore no emotions even though it reached her eyes.“I didn’t kill him Emily, at least not in the way you think”“Then how?” Emily pressed.“He killed himself, but I made him do it”Emily paused, the air suddenly thick “How?”“I faked my death and ran away making it look like he did it, it was classic Gone Girl all over again, almost the same thing” Alyssa explained, nostalgic look on her face that looked almost painful but still contained elements of pride in them. Emily knew the book, read it even so it wasn’t hard to picture the scenario. A woman faking her death to punish her husband for infidelity except in her mother’s case, it went exactly too far.“I wasn’t expecting him to kill himself really” Alyssa went on “I just needed enough time to leave the country so

The Hatton Banquet dinner was coming up, it was an annual ceremony thrown every year by the Hatton family celebrating the growth and honor of all Hatton companies in America. The annual banquet dinner was mostly attended by the elites of the elite, it was a feast of royalties and there was never a stone left unturned in the preparation for this feast. The two Hatton brothers sat before their father in his grand study, dressed smartly in designer suits wih Ethan sitting upright and ready to please while Jackson slouched a bit, he was his father’s favorite and he knew it and he didn’t need to overdo.“What’s the plan for the banquet dinner” their father asked, his pristine glasses hanging lazily on his nose as he reviewed some documents before him and Ethan cut in immediately before he could finish his statement.“Invites have already been sent out to the top 1 percent and the elites, royalties and important dignitaries around the country” Ethan replied, his face expectant.“So you’re

Ethan walked into his house, albeit the quietness he could hear ruffling from the bedroom which meant Emily was home, a certain relief moving through him. He felt exhausted from work, from signing a thousand paperworks to the gazillion meetings with programmers and even investors that operated Hatton tech. He walked towards the bedroom unexpectedly, forgetting to knock and suddenly his eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing before him was Emily, her back turned and clad only in a lacy black slip. It happened in a split second, the shock on both their faces, the silent pause that lasted for merely a second but seemed to stretch out for eternity. Time seemed to stand still as his mind raced to comprehend the unexpected sight,and what followed next was a loud scream that nearly knocked Ethan off his feet.“Gosh, I’m sorry!” He yelled out an apology, quickly running out of the room and shutting the door. He stood for a minute, his heart pounding in his chest, his cheeks flush with a